My dearest love,
I have watched you from your birth. From the moment you emerged from your mother, I have known you and loved you.
And before then.
I waited for your father to journey across the sea. For your parents to make their catastrophic and fruitful union.
I knew you and loved you before you existed. Before time existed I claimed you as my own. You are mine.
You are a star among vast galaxies, a grain of sand, a blade of grass, yet I see your singularity. You are not a meaningless replica. You are you. You are as I made you and I make you perfect.
You think you are a song without sound, expressionless expression. But I see you, you matter to me.
I knew you and loved you before you were born and when your mortal life has passed I will still love you. When your name is forgotten on the Earth, in one generation, or three, or ten, I will remember you. I am eternal, and so you are too.
Breaking Ground 